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Imagine...Enjoying Captain America

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Request: Can you write a dean×reader where reader is really into like captain america and the winter soldier and dean keeps teasing her that she loves them more than him and just fluff?

Pairing: Dean x reader


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star-anise  asked:

Can you pls write one of the SMH doing fiber arts?

Why yes I can! Have some Frog bonding.


“I’m sure they’ll let me back into Annie’s by now,” Nursey insisted to Chowder as he knocked on Dex’s door. “The sign incident was ages ago.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure,” Chowder said vaguely, distracted as he was by a text from Cait.

“It’s open,” Dex called.

Nursey opened the door and stuck his head into Dex’s room. “Hey, bro, you wanna go with me and C to…” He trailed off as he actually registered what he was seeing. “What are you doing?”

Dex was seated cross-legged on his bed, some kind of cloth in one hand and a threaded needle in the other, an open box filled with a rainbow of other threads next to him. He looked down at his lap and then back at Nursey like he was a moron. “Cross-stitch? What does it look like?”

Nursey came the rest of the way into the room so he could get a better look. “I wouldn’t know, man, my sister did ballet and my mom doesn’t do crafty shit.”

Chowder looked up from his phone and followed Nursey in, bouncing over to Dex’s side cheerfully. “How cool! What is it?”

“Uh, a fractal.”

“You can make fractals out of thread?!”

Dex cracked a smile. “Yeah, sure.” He handed the fabric on the hoopy thing over to Chowder, who ran a finger over the surface as he studied it intently.

Nursey pulled out Dex’s desk chair and sat down on it backwards, resting his chin on his folded arms. “Why do you do it?”

Dex shot him a suspicious glance. “Because it’s soothing and methodical and more portable than Legos.”

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Purr For Me - A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: Forgive me father for I have sinned. *sweats nervously* so um…I really have no excuse for this…other than the fact that I’m weak for Sirius Black calling his significant other ‘kitten.’ Also………I may or may not have a part 2 in mind where the tables are turned, so let me know if you’re interested! 

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

“Sirius,” you hissed as the boy beside you rubbed teasing circles just above your knee, “cut it out!”

“Why? You don’t like it?” he cocked his head innocently, though it was clear he was anything but.

“You know damn well I do,” you elbowed him, “which is exactly why you need to stop.”

His hands moved steadily up your thigh, inching closer and closer to the spot you wanted him most. The place you needed him most. 

Discretely, he scooted his chair closer to you. You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he leaned in and whispered, “Come on, kitten. I want everyone to hear how pretty you sound when you purr for me.”

Chills coursed though your body as your face flushed. 

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Morning Daze (M)

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Baekhyun 

→ DomesticAU; in which mornings with Baekhyun are the most pleasurable ones.

→ Warnings: Smut: thigh-riding, riding.

Word count: 1,2K


Entering consciousnesses, all you could hear was the sheets and blankets around you shuffling before a small gasp and then a petite moan sounding throughout the bedroom. Your eyes opens with ease and you let out a quick moan before turning among the warm blankets to see what the commotion was all about- only to find Baekhyun laying, sleeping on his back in only his boxers that explained just what had Baekhyun gasping in his dreams; morning-wood.

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i thought about death last on a tuesday. i thought about how decay is supposed to smell sweet and i wondered what that meant for its taste. i have no intention to find out, though i know curiosity, like cat to mouse, has a way of digging her claws in.

i thought about life last night. not just the sunrise, or the stars. not just the way the world goes dizzy at the edges when you hold your breath, but the way that the air feels in the aftermath of a storm. particles lightning-charged with the same kind of life that lingers in the synapses of a brain at the edge of discovery.

this morning i thought about you. you. you are hard to fold into words. i find that your curves do not like the way sentences feel when i try to hold them up against you, to see if i caught your image within them. the comparison is as weak as i was when i saw you last tuesday, or when you smiled at me last night.

tonight? who knows. the thing is, i think these days i laugh more than i cry, but i still think about death. i haven’t looked at the stars in a while but i still see them, and i will always watch for storms. you do not complete me as i was a person before you, but i like that we could live alone. it means we choose not to.

l.s. | i still think © 2017 

The Kitchen Encounter.

Okay guys, this is it.

I have tried to write some smut, i have no idea whether it is too much or whether it is any good or whether I will ever write it again but hey I gave it a red hot go.

I have never been so nervous to post anything before this.

This is partially inspired by a little anon ask, for some kitchen counter sex.

This scene is an alternate to the scene in episode 13, where the Serpents maybe wait until the next day to come and induct Jughead to the family. Therefore the couple remains uninterupted.


It had been her declaration of her love for him which had done it, made him pull her towards him lifting her up as he captured her lips with his own.

His fingers grabbed at the buttons of her coat trying to release her from the tight garment, growling in frustration as he could not get his hands steady enough, she pulled the buttons, and he pulled the garment from her, it falling to the floor behind them as he moved to the kitchen never loosening his hold on her, a hand slipping underneath to cup her ass, her legs tight around his hips as he maneuvered them to the kitchen.

He pushed her onto the counter with such force that her shoulders struck the kitchen cupboards. Her mind registered the brief sensation of pain but her senses were too overwhelmed that it all blended into one, pleasure and pain.

Immediately she knew she needed to feel his skin against hers as she pulled her shirt off, catching a glimpse of his smile as her body was revealed to him before making a move to divest him of his own grey jumper, smiling appreciatively at the muscles she had only felt through layers of clothing during previous explorations.

She had a feeling where their night might be heading when he invited her to FP’s now empty trailer. No-one knew where they were going and they had come back to one another after being so close to breaking apart.  She wanted him, all of him. She had not been expecting him to tell her that he loved her to expose himself like that and she couldn’t help the smile that had spread to her lips when he did, her expression of her own love for him easily returned.

His body was flush with her, his hands touching all the newly exposed skin of her body trailing a thumb along her jaw grasping at her neck as she keened into his touch aching for more, both riding the high of the affirmations of their love for one another.

Something raw had been released inside of him, he needed to have her, to mark her as his own as he kissed, sucked and nipped her neck trailing down to her shoulder. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip in reflex stifling the cries that threatened to release from her mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands all her knew was that he needed to touch her all of her.

His hands moved to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. Before he lowered his mouth nipping the exposed flesh just above the cup and she cries out at his actions. Her hands moved to behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the garment fall. He paused briefly taking in the sight of her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks before he bent down to brush his lips against her exposed flesh and she found herself pushing her chest up,  her hands in his hair, tugging roughly, encouraging him to go further. His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue lavishing at her flesh, while she could only groan and writhe underneath his touch.

She let out a moan as a hand trailed up her thigh underneath her skirt. His other hand went to her hair directing her to look at him, his eyes boring into hers as he moved his hand further up, tracing the outline of her lacy panties, a finger tracing just under the lace outline barely touching her skin and she closed her eyes moaning his name.

“Look at me. ” he ordered  and her eyes snapped open to his, surprised at his directive tone this wasn’t the Jughead who had been nervous about their first kiss, the gentleman. His eyes searching hers for a permission before he eventually moved to where she needed him, slipping underneath the flimsy waistband resulting in a moan escaping her lips as he moved over her folds, finding her wet and wanting. Her hips bucked in to his hand wanting more pressure, more of his touch.

“Please. ” she said and he smiled at her, taking in her swollen lips, mussed hair and lust filled eyes. She was his, as he was hers. He pulled her lips back to his, his tongue sweeping across her own coaxing her as his fingers continued to tease her. " I need. “ she managed to say in between their kisses slow and heavy. Before he moved to suck at the pulse point on her neck, delighted at the sharp intake of breath that this produced.

“Tell me Betts, tell me what you need. ” He whispered into her ear, delighting in her breathy uneven moans, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Her hand came down to grasp his wrist stopping the tentative movements and urging him to where she needed him.

“This. Here. ” She managed to utter as his fingers found that bundle of nerves and she swore for just a second she saw stars. She rested her head against the kitchen cupboard as he continued to play her like his own personal instrument. “More.” She gasped, struggling for breath feeling the tension building within her body, knowing that she was so close. He slipped a finger inside her and she arched her body, her hips rising to meet his touch. He continued the motion, adding a second finger and he could feel her breathing change, her kisses became more messy and open against his lips as she lost control. His thumb again found her clit and he continued to rub rough circles as he felt her begin to crumble. Feeling her walls clench against his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

A blinding white heat shot through her as her body trembled against his in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her breaths deep, as she continued to shake even after he removed his hand.

He was gasping for breath himself, seeing her come undone as a result of his own actions. He pulled the underwear from her body down her legs and she shrugged them from her ankles, bringing her legs up again to wrap around his waist bringing his core in line with her own as she rubbed against him wantonly.

“We should.” He started to say before she cut him off with her mouth locking with his own again, his hands returning to her now uncovered breasts massaging the soft mounds, swallowing her gasps and mewls with his mouth.

Her hands traveled between them making their way to his waistband. Undoing the button before unzipping them and pushing them down his legs with her own. Leaving him standing in front of her in only his boxers, her skirt still hanging from her hips.

“I want you Jug. Now, here.” She didn’t want a soft bed, surrounded by candles, rose petals on the bed. That was a different first time that she had imagined. That was the ‘first time’ that she had imagined in her head with Archie Andrews, it was a fantasy. This now was real, her feelings for him and his for her were real and nothing was more raw or in her mind perfect than this.

“But.” He thought about their first time being on a kitchen counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his jeans around his ankles in a trailer in the Southside. It was so beneath her.

“No, here. Juggie, with you.” She affirmed. And then she pulled a foil packet from her skirt and his eyes went wide. Betty Cooper was always full of surprises, prepared for everything. “I want to.” She confirmed again and he returned his lips to hers, hungry for her. Her hand slipped beneath his waistband and grasped him and he found himself groaning into her shoulder. She pushed his boxers off of his hips.

“Can you?” She asked passing him the foil packet that was on the bench to the side of her. He rolled it on and lined himself up at her entrance, looking again for confirmation that this was what she wanted. She gave a sharp nod and sealed her lips over his.

He pushed into her and she bites back a moan at the sensation her legs wrapping tightly around him pulling him into her fully. She held him there allowing herself to accommodate him before he started to thrust into her, slowly at first but with her greedy moans spurring him on he soon picked up the pace.

His hand returned to the juncture in between her thighs searching for that bundle of nerves which had already brought her sweet release.

“Fuck, Betts, I’m..”

He stroked her clit hoping to produce the same reactions from her as he had earlier as he continued to intensify his pace, before his movements became uneven and they were heading towards completion screaming each others names in joint release.

He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, his nose gently brushing against her own both fighting to steady their breathing, and shaking in the aftermath of their release, neither one expecting the curve ball that would be coming their way in the morning.

Don’t make Daddy jealous

I’m going to hell because of this…and I need to bath in holy water

Reader x Christian Yu

Type: smut

Warnings: swearing, rough play, daddy kink

Words count: 2966

Summary: You had to go to your bff bday party instead of spending time with your boyfriend, but the night won’t be as boring as you thought when you’re noticing Christian stalking you in the distance [cannot believe that his pic is totally fitting into this story]


- Christian I can’t go today I told you I have to go to Silvia’s birthday party, I promised her last week.

- Ahh I cannot believe this, finally I’m free a bit but I can’t see you, I really miss you baby girl… - he was whining in the phone and it seems he was grumpy too.

- I promise I will call you after I get back home, okay? I miss you too Christian so so much but I can’t skip this party.

- Okay, you promised me, don’t forget what you said! There will be guys too? – yes, he was definitely whining.

- Of course there will be, we’re going to a club, so …

- Jesus…to where? Fuck… don’t you dare to flirt with someone or let some fucktards to dance with you or or anything… ha?!

- Christian please chill a bit, it’s a lil’ party nothing serious and why would I flirt or dance with another guy when I’ve a smokin’ hot boyfriend?

- Smokin’ hot? Aye babe… he’s definitely lucky for having such a great girl like you!

- Honey I gotta go, I’ll call you when the party is over!

- Take care of yourself or I’m gonna kick your sexy butt!

- You idjit, I will, I love you!


To be honest the last thing you wanted to do is to go to a party, getting drunk and whoosh dumbass guys away, but it was your best friend’s party and you had no other choice. The club was pretty fancy and the VIP section was all your crew’s for tonight. Your bestie was mega-happy and already drunk after half an hour. Not to be a partypooper you also cheered for yourself in your mind and you went to get some drinks. After four gintonics you definitely started to feel the party. However your phone started to buzz and you saw the worried texts from Christian. Trying not to mess up you txted back that you’re fine and stop worrying about you. But it turned out you misspelled your sentences and of course Christian noticed that you’re drunk.

- Y/N, put the fuck down that phone you bitch and come dance with me – Silvia, your bestie yelled at you and rushed you to the dance floor.

After an exhausting hour you two were still dancing and felt like there’s no tomorrow. Especially when you started to dance on the table and singing like true party-queens. Your hair was a mess, your tight black mini-dress was way too up as it should be and also your black lace bra showing a little. Then there was the moment when you noticed Christian in a dark corner with his friends and with a glass of whiskey in his hands. You got caught, you fuckin’ got caught…

- Silv, Christian is here, and I think he’s gonna kill me, don’t look there but he’s sitting in the corner with a couple of his friends and he saw me – you yelled into your friend’s ear.

- Goddammit honey, then we should put on a more heated show than before, you should play with him and I guarantee your night will be hotter than this party – she shouted back to you.

- Are you crazy?! He’s gonna kill me, you can’t imagine how pissed off he will be…

- That’s more fun, trust me and show him that you are the sexiest hoe in this club, shake that booty honey!!!

So you decided to play. You got off of the table and poured another shot. And went to a more crowded area, but you still saw Christian in this distance. From this point the game finally began. There were two guys who were watching you all night with hungry eyes and when you smiled at them they got closer in an instant. They looked really good and they weren’t bad dancers. Now all you had to do was wait to Christian noticing this whole mess. But you knew he was watching you from the start and had to control himself. The bad thing is that you wanted him to lose control and make a move. So you let the two hottie to get closer than should be. When one of them put his hands on your waist and the other was definitely wanted to kiss you here and there, you caught Christian’s death glare and saw him rushing towards you in the crowd.

- You think it’s funny? What the fuck are you doing? Are you playing a game? You two get the fuck outta here until I beat your asses – he was way too mad, but also way too sexy.

He grabbed your wrist and walked you out from the club. When you stared back you saw Silvia sending thumbs-up in the air.

- This silly idiot… tomorrow I have to tell her everything… - you giggled.

While you were waiting for the taxi, you tried to save your ass a bit.

- Christian, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad, I drank too much and wasn’t in the right mind.

He turned his head, still grabbing your wrist strong, and whispered in you ear:

- You did this on purpose baby girl, both of us know this and pray for God to be gracious with you from now on, coz when we finally get home I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.

You got chills. And your whole body got goosebumps too. Plus you felt that guilty pleasure climbing up in your core.

- Christian this is bullshit I didn’t…

- Shut up, just shut up baby girl don’t make the things worse, no fuckin’ words until we get home!

So you didn’t say anything until you two got home…


The stairway was dark and quiet, you barely see anything but somehow you managed to get into your apartment. The second part of the game started.

- Christian are you still mad? Please don’t misunderstand this whole situation I was just… partying, those guys didn’t mean anything to me, I didn’t even know them… - you started innocently when he pushed you to the wall, grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

- Oh stop talking nonsense Y/N, and better stop with this fairytale story too, now you should start thinking how you gonna redeem this mess… - his gaze was no joke that lustfilled eyes didn’t guarantee mercy and he was close. Too close to you, pushing to the wall with all of his weight. And he smelt so good. His fragrance always killed you and you could differentiate this smell from thousands of other parfums. It was his, only his. You decided to play another card.

- Please don’t be mad at me, I will do anything daddy… - you bited your lips and looked into his eyes.

- You lil’ shit… - he kissed you roughly, grabbing your hair with one hand while with the another he was still holding your wrists firmly.

- Daddy is fuckin’ so pissed right now baby, you teased me a lot… - his mouth was all over on you, started from your neck, down to your collarbones and now between your breasts. He let go your wrists, squeezing your butt with both of his hands. You can’t help but let out a moan.

- Christian, please… I want you so badly.

- Oh really? Those two can’t fuck you that good like me, ha? – he didn’t wait for your response when he kissed you again and pulled down the zip on your dress. You were also in a rush unbuttoning his shirt, touching his bare chest, his tattoos, his arms down to his abs until you found his belt and unbuckled it. After that you unbuttoned his pants too, letting it fall while he took off your bra and your panties, a nipple went straight into his mouth, sucking it passionately and caresses the other with his hand, drawing circles and pulling it until both of them were hard. You were a moaning mess, your fingers were digging in his hair wanting more and more.

- Daaad enough, please it’s too much, I can’t… I can’t… - you whined.

- Enough?! Oh honey look, we’re still in the hall, and I didn’t even touch you there yet… hands up like before! – he ordered and you put up your arms. He grabbed your wrists again with one hand, and the another started to wondering between your thights. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue twirling everywhere until you moaned into his mouth.

- Baby girl, you’re so wet for me, you’re dripping – he said it teasingly while his fingers went up and down on your folds at a really slow pace. His eyes never lost contact with yours and seeing his wanting-gaze turned you on more.

- Tell me how much you want me baby girl, tell daddy how much you want his cock inside your dripping pussy – his voice was deep and raspy, and his fingers started to move faster and faster on your clit.

- Fuck Christian… I want you, please… I want you inside me, please daddy fuck me I’ll be a good girl just fuck me for the fuck’s sake… - you were in daze, your whole body was about to explode.

- Mmm… my baby you want me this badly? Well, I told you I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up… - he inserted a finger into you, and you just moaned into his neck grabbing his hair.

- Ah Y/N you’re so fuckin’ wet – he pumped his finger in and out at a slow pace, adding another digit and catching up a quick speed.

- Maybe I should taste why are you this wet? Am I this good babe? Tell me… - he purred into your ear sending chills down your body.

- Christian please… I can’t take this anymore, it feels good, it feels sooo good – you mewled.

- Oh no no, the morning is still a bit far away darlin’ you have to bare with me a little more – he smirked at you, letting go of your hands and kneeled down in front of you closing his mouth on your wetness. He was licking your folds up and down, finding your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were pumping in and out. He was always eating you out like a dessert, enjoying it so much.

- Daaad I really can’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum… - you arched your back and moaning loudly.

- Then cum for me babe, moan for me until the neighbors will come over.

This pushed you over the edge, your orgasm washed everything away, you screamed out his name, cursing out loud, while he was still fingering you and licking your pussy until your last pleasure wave ended.

- That’s my baby girl – he kissed you with his plumped lips letting you taste yourself. You hooked your legs around his hips and he took you in the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. You sat up immediately, watching him taking off his boxers. He was so hard and sexy as fuck, you gulped and licked your lips while he started to jerk himself up more, his fingers running slowly on his length, looking deeply into your eyes. Without any words he moved closer to you, touching your lips with his throbbing cock. You wanted to suck him badly, you were literally drooling.

- Aye, babe you want me this much? – he let his tip into your mouth. You started to lick him, twirling your tongue around him, earning a hiss.

- Christian, please I want you in my mouth… don’t do this to me – you begged him with no shame.

- Mm you were so so bad to me today babe, what should I do with you, ha? – he kissed you with passion, gathering your hair into a ponytail. And he put his cock in your mouth. He started to roll his hips, moving his member in and out while his hand was holding your hair. He tasted so good, your mouth was full with him. You had no control in your movements he was harsh, fucking your mouth mercilessly almost choking on him but you didn’t mind, you were still burning for him, your pussy aching for some skinship. Also his deep moans turned you on more, seeing his wavering abs, his sweaty chest and arms made your womanhood even more wet.

- Fuck, baby girl you’re so good, but I can’t take this anymore – he clenched his teeth, moving out quickly, really close to cum but he didn’t… he was testing his limits.

- Turn around honey, turn around for daddy – he said, and you did as he told.

His cock was eager to find your entrance, pushing it deeply into your core, stretching you out and fill you completely.

- Shit, babe you’re so tight and wet for me, you feel so good – he was pounding into you roughly, one hand on your waist and one hand pulling your hair. You can’t help but moan with all your heart, shouting out his name over and over.

- Fuck Y/N, if you continue this loud mess I can’t hold myself back for too long – but you also couldn’t hold back yourself, his thrusts were getting deeper and deeper bringing your next orgasm close. You arched your back, grabbing his thights, while he was covering your mouth and started to rub your clit.

- Ah babe I’m so close, fuck I can’t hold back, you’re so wet, I wanna cum all over on your tits baby girl – his husky voice filled your ear pushing towards your edge, when he took out himself, turned you around and came on your breasts. He spreaded his cum with his cock on your nipples, putting his thumb into your mouth and you sucked it while watched his rosy and sweaty face.

- I’m sorry baby, I didn’t plan this way, maybe I need some fuel to refill my energy – he went to your drawer getting some wet tissues.

- You know Y/N, you look utterly sexy like this – he was wiping up the mess, after that he kissed you softly, carressing your hair.

- But my girl didn’t get everything before because of me, come on princess spread those legs for daddy – he went down on you but he was much more softer and sensual this time.

You put your feet on his shoulders, spreading your legs allowing him to eat you out again. He loved licking your pussy in every way possible, your moans fuelled him as his tongue got faster on your clit.

- Cum for me honey, I wanna hear you scream – you didn’t know how you always managed to cum to his order but with Christian everything was possible. He held your waist in place, still sucking on your wetness until you ride out your high.

- Good girl, but I’m afraid I can’t let you sleep yet – you looked down and it seemed he refilled that energy somewhere already.

He moved you to the center of the bed, laying you down and hovering over you. He kissed your lips, and slipped into you slowly. You bit your lips from the overpowering sensation, your womanhood was totally destroyed by him. However you loved the feeling when you were full with him, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

He looked into your eyes with love, quiet moans coming from his mouth. His forehead was on yours, when you kissed him and dig in his hair. He was moving at a stable pace, adding deep thrusts frequently. You were so in love with this sensual Christian, the only goal of his was to please you no matter what. He started to massage your clit, giving sloppy kisses on your neck and you felt you’re getting closer and closer again. You were holding onto his shoulders tight, your nails digging into his skin probably causing bruises because of the overhelming stimulation. He quickened his movements to catch up with you.

- Christian, I’m… I’m coming… oh God you feel so good…, fuck Christian… - you tightened your walls around him, pushing him over the edge, while you also felt your pulsating orgasm giving you nothing but trembling thighs and body. You screamed out his name, your hand clenched with his until he collapsed on you breathing heavily and pulled himself out of you. You kissed his head, carressing his back and he tried to catch his breath rolling to the side.

- Y/N this was so fuckin’ good, I love you baby girl.

- I love you too Christian. But to be honest you destroyed my pussy, so no woohoo at least for a week.

- Are you serious?! – he popped up from the bed quickly and looked at you with puppy eyes.

- You bastard I only mean sex to you, ha?! – you kicked towards him jokingly.

- Slow down, lil’ girl I’m gonna hug you to death and cuddle you until you fall asleep, but before lemme close the curtains it’s already too bright outside – he raised his eyebrow and winked at you.

With your last drop of energy you threw a pillow towards him.

Graduation Present

Title: Graduation Present

Paring: Teacher!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,059

Warning: Delicious Jensen smut

A/N: I saw the gif below and immediately thought of Jensen as a teacher bending me over a desk and I thought I should share the fantasy with you all. Enjoy!!



Everyone else was counting down the seconds to the final bell signifying summer, graduation, and the final end of your undergraduate degree.

You were watching Mr. Ackles bend over to grab a textbook and then squat down to take a closer look.

Standing back up and turning his eyes raised to find yours. His signature wink made you shift in your seat as you bit at your lip.

Seconds before the bell rang he crossed to the classroom door and blocked it as kids groaned. “I know, I know, I just want you all to know that I enjoyed having you in my class. Good luck to you seniors, don’t trip on the stage.” His laugh rippled through his body as he looked up at the clock.

Just as the bell rang he turned back to the class, saluting. “It’s been a pleasure, now get out.”

Everyone grabbed their bags, heading out and making plans for the night. You motioned your friends to go ahead, making some excuse you had to talk to him about a grade or something.

“Hey Mr. Ackles,” he just laughed and shook his head.

“I told you guys to call me Jensen, I’m just an associate professor, no need to be too formal.”

“Well, Jensen, I need you to take a look at something for me. I’m turning in a late assignment for another class. We had to write what our goal for this semester was and if we achieved it. Can you take a look at it?” Jensen smiled and took the paper, walking back to the front table, not noticing you flip the lock on the door.

              This semester started with the goal to graduate, pass all my classes, and finally finish my degree. When I saw Mr. Jensen Ackles walk into my classroom though, goals changed. Now all I could think about was ripping his tie off, running my fingers through that sexy hair, palming the delicious looking bulge in the front of his pants, among other things.

              Did I achieve this goal? I’m about to find out.

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Leave a Message: Chapter 2 - When I Think About You...

Summary: Betty and Jughead continue to listen the the many messages she left on his phone while she was drunk. 

Words: 2,219

Warnings: Smutty goodness. 

A/N: I’m super tired and half drunk so there are probably errors. Please forgive me. 

You can find chapter one here or on AO3.


Betty, Veronica and Cheryl laid on the beach in their bikinis as they watched Jughead surf.

“So, you left a whole bunch of messages on his phone expressing how much you like him and he likes you back?” Veronica asked, adjusting her navy blue bathing suit top.

Betty nodded sipping a cider. “Yeah, he said he’s liked me since ninth grade but he just never did anything about it.”

“He probably thought you were still into Archie or that you were in love with Craig or whatever. No matter what, he hid his feelings well.” Veronica remarked.

“Uh, no he fucking didn’t.” Cheryl piped up. “He acted like you hung the moon. He’d show me your tweets and Instagrams and talk about how funny you are.” Cheryl sat up and looked at Betty, her breasts almost busting out of her red bikini. “Babe, you’re a lot of things but you are not funny.”

“I’m funny.” Betty muttered, looking towards the ocean watching Jughead wipe out and his head appear above water a few seconds later.

“What I’m trying to say is I’m glad that you two are doing whatever it is you two are doing.” Veronica beamed. “You both deserve to be happy.”

“I’m just trying not to get ahead of myself.” Betty tried her best to hide her excitement as she watched Jughead run out of the water. His surf board was tucked under arm as he shook the water from his raven coloured hair before running his hand through it, slicking it back. For a moment he looked towards the sun, closing his eyes as the droplets of water reflected light. She couldn’t believe how much he had filled out, how broad his shoulders were, how lean and generally sexy he had become.

And for some reason, he had chosen her.

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Bright Ideas

Characters: Jim Kirk x Bones x Reader

Warnings: oh my god.  so many.  threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, general filth..dirty talk, slight come play? it’s just pwp

A/N: it’s just filth.  god i hate y’all.  Also it’s super unedited.  sorry.  i’ll fix anything tomorrow

words: 2619

tags: @medicatemedrmccoy @imoutofmyvulcanmind @yourtropegirl @ravengirl94 @feelmyroarrrr @outside-the-government @jimtkirkisabitch @hellhoundsandunicorns @daybreak96

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Roommate Luke (Smut)

The LA air was hot and sticky, making the inside of Y/N’s small apartment feel like a sauna. Walking over to the thermostat, she jiggled the switch only to met with a blank screen.

 “Fuck!” she yelled, slamming her hand against the wall.

This was the third time this year that the thermostat had stopped working. Angrily, she grabbed her Iphone out of her back pocket and dialed her landlord’s number. When he didn’t answer she left a nasty voicemail for him to listen to.

“What the hell is going on in here?” her room mate Luke asked, walking into the small living room, drenched in sweat. “And why is it so fucking hot in here?”  

 “The thermostat is broken again,” she told him, anger evident in her voice.

 “Of course it is! And on the hottest day of the year too,” he groaned, running his fingers through his blonde hair. “Wanna go to the pool?”

 ~~

 Luke watched as Y/N pulled off one of his t shirts, revealing her black bikini. It fit her perfectly, showing off all of her curves and he smirked as she caught him watching her.

“Don’t even think about it Hemmings,” she said, tossing her t shirt at him which he quickly swatted away.

 Luke laughed as the two of them walked over to the pool, their skin glistening in the hot sun. They walked down the steps, the cool water, enveloping their bodies. Even though the water was cold, Y/N could still feel herself sweating.

 She watched as Luke went under the water and swam to the deeper end of the pool. When he came above the water, he motioned for him to join her. Slowly she swam over, stopping when she realized she wouldn’t be able to touch the bottom of the pool.

 “Come here,” Luke said, holding his arms out when she told him what was wrong.

She swam over and placed her hands in his as he pulled her closer. She moved her hands to his tan shoulders as she giggled feeling his hands on her hips.

 “What would Owen think about this?” Luke laughed, referring to Y/N’s boyfriend.

 “Fuck Owen,” Y/N replied, rolling her eyes.

 Luke’s eyes widened in surprise. “Did you guys break up?”

 Y/N nodded. “He wasn’t the right guy for me. Plus he sucked in bed.”

 Luke let out a deep laugh. “Well that’s always a deal breaker for me.”

 Y/N laughed. “Luke, the entire time we’ve been living together, you’ve never once had a girlfriend. It’s only been one night stands who never see again.”

 “Which is because they all suck in bed,” Luke joked.

 “Not from what I can hear.”

 Luke’s eyes went wide in surprise, his face turning a slight shade of pink. “What are you talking about?”

 “Let’s just say the walls are pretty thin.”

 “Well I’m sure I’m better than anyone you’ve ever been with.”

 “There was one guy that was good…” Y/N said. “He’d be pretty hard to beat.”

Luke’s grip on her waist tightened in response and she glanced up at him. Her eyes moved across his lips as he bit down on his bottom lip, thinking. He had no idea what he was doing to her. He bit down on his lip all the time but at this particular moment it was all she could focus on. Her core began to slowly throb as she thought about being with him.

Pulling herself closer to him and she brushed her lips against his. When he didn’t respond she began to pull away. His hand rested on her cheek as he moved her face towards his, his lips landing against hers. He kissed her roughly as their lips moved together as if they had done this a million times before. She tugged on his lower lip and ran her tongue along his teeth. He parted his mouth and her tongue slid in, intertwining with his.

 Her legs wrapped around his waist and she could feel his semi erection pressing against her core. His hands moved along her thighs coming to a stop when he reached her bikini bottoms.

“What the fuck?” he groaned, looking down at her, his eyes now a dark blue color.

 “Come with me,” she said, swimming to the closest ladder.

 He watched as she climbed out of the swimming pool, water dripping off of her. Her hips swayed as she walked back to her chair and picked up her t shirt, towel, and keys. Luke walked over to her and her eyes moved across his wet body. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, feeling himself grow harder as he watched Y/N.

“I can hold your towel,” he told her.

 She nodded, handing him the towel, giggling when she realized why he wanted it. His erection was starting to show through his wet swimsuit. He rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards their building.

Her hand brushed against his and he intertwined his fingers with hers. Her core ached as they walked towards the door and she thought of Luke’s lips against hers. He had tasted like the chlorine from the pool but he defiantly knew what he was doing. The way his lips had moved against hers and the way his tongue had danced with hers.

Luckily, they were in the same building that had the outdoor pool behind it so they didn’t have to go far. However they were on the tenth floor so they did have to wait for the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, Luke pulled Y/N in and pressed the ‘close doors’ button before anyone else could join them. He tossed the towel over his shoulders before sis hands moved back to her waist as he pulled her against him, pressing his lips to hers. Their lips moved together as he pressed her against the wall, his hands moving up and down her bare sides. She moaned as his hand moved over a breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She moaned as he bit down on her bottom lip.

There was a dinging sound as the doors opened to the tenth floor, breaking the bubble they had been in. Luke’s hands dropped from Y/N’s waist as they quickly exited and walked down the hall towards their apartment. Y/N fumbled with the key’s as Luke’s lips brushed over her neck. He bit down gently, knowing that there would be a mark in the morning.

Y/N struggled with unlocking the door before finally pushing it open. She stepped into the hot apartment immediately dropping her keys, sunglasses, and t shirt to the floor. Luke kicked the door shut behind him, dropped his towel, and placed a hand on her shoulder turning her around to face him.

She placed her hands on his wet chest and him pushed back against the door, locking her lips with his. Her hands ran over his toned chest and down towards his swimsuit. She ran her fingers over the wet material as she palmed his length, causing him to let out a moan.

His hand moved behind her neck as he untied her swimsuit. It dropped to the floor in front of her as he moved his hand over her naked breast. His fingers squeezed her nipple causing it to stand erect before moving onto the second one.

When he was satisfied, his fingers danced along her stomach and down towards her core. His hand slipped underneath the material as she spread her legs slightly apart. His fingers moved along her folds, pleased to find that she was already wet for him. Moving his fingers, he brushed against her sensitive spot, rubbing it, as she let out a loud moan.

She pulled away from his lips as she pressed her forehead against his chest. Two fingers slipped inside of her as she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. His fingers moved quickly as she became a moaning mess underneath his touch. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he pumped quicker, knowing she was close to the edge.

She felt her walls clench around him before he pulled his fingers out, a smirk plastered across his face. Her hands quickly moved down to the waistband of his bathing suit. Untying it, she pulled them down to reveal his tight black boxers.

His length was evident against the material and she slipped her fingers underneath his waistband. Her hand wrapped around him, as she began to move it up and down. Just from feeling it she could already tell he was bigger than her ex. She smirked as she continued to move her hand along him.

Luke’s placed a hand on Y/N’s arm. “I’m close,” he said.

She nodded as she removed her hand and pulled his boxers down his legs. When she stood up he placed his hands on the back of her thighs and picked her up. He quickly turned around as her back slammed against the front door.

“Damn Luke,” she murmured as his lips moved along her neck.

She could feel his erection brushing against her core and she silently cursed Luke for not taking off her swimsuit bottoms. Her hands were on his shoulders and she was afraid to move them as he moved his hips against hers. All she wanted to do was fuck Luke.

Luke’s hand moved down her core as he rubbed his fingers along the material. She moaned as he placed a finger underneath the material and along her folds.

“I swear if you don’t fuck me soon Luke…,”

Luke laughed as he pulled his finger away. “Just you wait sweetheart.”

His finger brushed aside the fabric as he ran his length over your folds. Y/N’s core throbbed with need as he pushed the tip in before pulling out.

“Luke!” she yelled, digging her nails into his shoulders.

Luke pushed his length into her and slammed his hips against hers. His thrusts were quick and rough as Y/N’s back stayed pressed the wall. His lips moved back to hers as he kissed her roughly. She moaned when his length hit her sensitive spot, sending her body into a mixture of emotions. He let out a loud moan as he thrusts quickened and he felt himself becoming closer to releasing. Meanwhile, Y/N had become a moaning mess underneath his touch. He could feel her nails slide along his back and he knew there would be scratches all over.

“I’m close,” Y/N moaned.

 “Hold it,” Luke growled, quickening the pace.

Within seconds, Y/N moaned as Luke let out a string of curse words, both of them releasing at the same time. Y/N immediately felt her body become weak as she tightened her grip on Luke’s shoulders. He pulled out of her as she slowly removed her legs from around his waist.

“Please tell me we can do that again,” Y/N asked, smiling over at Luke.

Luke let out a deep laugh. “So I’m better than Owen?”

Y/N swatted Luke’s shoulder, laughing. “Absolutely.”

Rainy Sundays

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Summary: Cuddling with Bucky on a rainy day leads to a bit more. 

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT

AN: Sorry this sucks but I tried. 

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Loud rumbles of thunder danced across the silence that otherwise filled the room. Your head was nestled against Bucky’s chest, the rise and fall from his breathing steadied your mind. Today was one of the rare off days that you both had. There were no meetings, no training, no missions and you couldn’t be more continent staying right where you where all day. Mother Nature had even been on the same page as you and offered you a day of thunderstorms to keep you snuggled up all day.

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Amarte Es Un Placer (Part 14)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.

Word Count: 2,574

Warnings: Angst.

“Amarte Es Un Placer” Masterlist

A/N: We are nearing the end, y’all. I feel like I have tortured you enough.

Originally posted by mishchief---managed


“They left,” your dad said, trying to quell the fear he saw in your face. “They thought you were here with us and I had to put my foot down and threaten to give ‘em hell. If not, they would have teared this house apart looking for you.”

“Oh, dad,” you muttered, a hand flying up to your mouth. You could feel the tears prickling at your eyes, making your vision blurry.

“Sir—” Draco stepped up towards your dad. “I’m—”

“What did you two do?” your dad inquired, voice firm and demanding. “You fled Britain. That is quite clear. But why?”

“D-Dad—”

“I want answers!”

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Keep Going

Title: Keep Going

Paring: Dean x Reader x Cas (Non-Destiel threesome)

Word Count: 1,918

Smut Appreciation Day 2017

Anonymous said: Hello! Your writing is amazing so I was wondering if maybe you could do a fic where Dean is teasing the reader under a blanket but Cas finds out and it leads to a threesome? Thank you!

A/N: Stick it out, the last line is fucking gold


Dean fucking Winchester. One wink from that man and you were feeling all funny in the pants.

Curling up under a blanket to watch the movie Dean sat back down on the bed, shifting you into his arms, covering you both with the blanket.

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Feathers, Part 4

Hello again, lovelies!! I bring you part four of Feathers. As always, many, many thanks to @charminglyantiquated for creating @elsewhereuniversity and letting everyone play. :D Part 1 Part 2 Part 3   Oh! I’ve also started cross posting this to AO3. you can find it here.

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Previously:

Slowly, slowly, he steps aside. You wave your group though the doors, nod as he makes the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture (you’d expect nothing less), and step through.

Part 4:

You spend four days in the library. Well. You spend four days-worth of hours in the library, only seven or so of which really pass. The books you sought were deep, deep in the library indeed.

It’s Not-Jenna who finds the treatise, though you think she might not have done it on purpose. She was trailing her hands along the spines of the books you’d all already looked at, and knocked the last in the row off the table. She’d bent to retrieve it, and found herself at eye level with the tome.

(It really is a good thing you’re so deep- the squawk she’d let out would have been enough to have you evicted, had a librarian heard it.)

As it is, it took Not-Jenna finding it, and Cat-Eyes to navigate the spell work keeping it on the shelf. You ended up having to pluck it out while Thirteen used a rolled up magazine to beat back the grasping tendrils that kept reaching for it until Not-Jenna and Cat-Eyes could find a different book of the same size to give to them.

You were all quite glad to retreat to the library’s cafe, after that.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so what about RFA + V and Saeran who come home and find MC dancing while cleaning but PLOT TWIST MC is actually a really good dancer! I love your writing btw

This is such a cute request anonny, I love it! Thank you very much for the kind words, I love you anonny! I made this super fluffy since I was in the fluff mood so I hope that’s alright and if not, feel free to let me know! I hope that you enjoy!! :D


Yoosung

  • Yoosung was coming home from a long day of working at the veterinarian clinic
  • He was confused when he heard music loudly playing so he went to investigate
  • Yoosung found you vacuuming the bedroom floor while dancing along with the music
  • Seeing you so into dancing made Yoosung giggle but then he noticed how good of a dancer you really are, even dancing with a vacuum
  • You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you and turn to find Yoosung nuzzling into you telling you how cute you look
  • “You’re such a good dancer MC, plus super cute! Seeing you dance with the vacuum was the most adorable thing ever but dance with me next time okay?”
  • Yoosung gives you one more squeeze then tries to dance with you but he ends up tripping over your feet and falls on the bed
  • You lay down next to Yoosung, giving his blushing face a kiss on the cheek as you promise to teach him how to dance after you finish cleaning

Zen

  • After another tiring day of rehearsals for an upcoming musical, Zen was more then relieved to come home to see you
  • Imagining your warm, smiling face was enough to motivate Zen to perform twice as good as normal
  • So when Zen came home to find music from one of his musicals that he sung and you dusting the shelfs, he instantly fell in love with you all over again
  • But when he saw you dusting, you seemed to be dancing as well and to add, your dancing was pretty awesome in Zen’s eyes
  • Zen stood at the door completely mesmerized by your beautiful and was snapped out of it when you asked if he was okay
  • He grabbed your hands and twirled you around, the two of you laughing as he questioned you
  • “Since when did you become an amazing dancer Jagiya? Now that I know you’re a great dancer, I think we need to become dance partners now! Just think, the two most perfect people are also perfect dancers!”
  • You and Zen spent the rest of the night dancing around the house, leaving the cleaning for tomorrow

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was always excited to go home after work and relax the night away with you
  • So when she came home with music playing loudly, her headache increased and she wondered what they heck you were doing
  • She glances in the kitchen to find you drying pots and pans but also dancing to the music
  • Normally, Jaehee would have stopped you right away but she was so impressed with your dancing, even while cleaning
  • Jaehee shyly walked into the kitchen, causing you to jump, and then excitedly ask when you learned to dance so good
  • You shrugged and told her that you were just bored while cleaning and started dancing
  • So you grabbed Jaehee’s hand and started spinning her around, the two of you giggling in the process as she caught her breath to compliment you
  • “Really MC, why am I not surprised that you’re an amazing dancer and I find out about it when you’re cleaning. Your talent never ceases to amaze me.”
  • The night was spent finishing cleaning the dishes, because she’s Jaehee, then enjoying a relaxing night of dancing and cuddles

Jumin

  • Jumin would be able to get through the day because he’d think of your smiling face to come home to
  • One night after coming home extra stressed out, Jumin opened the door to hear music loudly playing
  • Rubbing his temples, he went to find you and ask why your taste in music was so poor until he found you wiping down the kitchen counters
  • Confused, Jumin asked why you were cleaning since he had hired house maids and more importantly why didn’t you tell him that you were such a skilled dancer
  • You told him one that you felt like cleaning and two dancing just came naturally to you when cleaning
  • Seeing Jumin still perplexed, you turned up the music and started more like tried dancing with him
  • But since he wasn’t a very good dancer, you just casually moved his arms back and forth with you laughing and Jumin smiling as he told you
  • “This is quite fun MC. I never thought that dancing would be this fun so let’s learn together to deepen our bond of love alright?”
  • With an obvious yes, you started teaching Jumin some standard dances moves but with his skills, it would end up taking a long time before he would be able to properly dance in public

Seven

  • Seven was always coming home at weird times because of his job but one thing was for sure, he would always come home to tackle you with a hug
  • This boy was so clingy and not that you minded, but you minded when he or you would almost fall over because the of the force of his hugs
  • So one day when Seven came home, ready to give you a killer hug, he paused when he heard music blaring throughout the house
  • He investigated to find you folding laundry but also dancing to the music
  • Seven secretly recorded you dancing since it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen in his life then he came up behind you and gave you a gentle hug
  • You jumped in surprise but Seven them took your hand and led you into a dance, commenting on how you’ve hidden your secret talent from him
  • “Your dancing is the most adorable thing ever MC! Instead of hugs, how about when I come home we start dancing together!”
  • So you and Seven made a new tradition to have fun and dance more except when Seven accidentally knocked over all of the laundry, then he had to fold it all back up much to his dismay

V

  • V’s work increased drastically ever since he received the eye surgery
  • You were very supportive of him, something V truly appreciated, so coming home to see you was always the highlight of his day
  • Coming home from a long photo shoot, V opened the door to find music loudly playing throughout the house
  • V winced since his ears were still sensitive even after getting the eye surgery so he went to find you
  • He chuckled when he saw you organizing and dusting off his photos but dancing along to the music
  • Seeing you elegantly dance while smiling brought tears to his eyes, mad at himself for not getting the surgery sooner so he could see your happiness
  • You noticed V and gently wrapped your arms around him, slowly dancing with him as he wiped his tears away telling you loving words
  • “I simply adore you MC, everything about you. You’re such a beautiful dancer, I want to dance with you always since your grace is unmatched.”
  • So you and V would spend most nights dancing and cleaning together, V realizing that this must be what true happiness feels like

Unknown

  • You were proud of Saeran for easing back into a normal life so well, he even got a job as an artist that he throughly enjoyed
  • While he did like his job, it meant less time with you which this boy wasn’t a fan of
  • Saeran wanted to be with you more so he came home early one night to give an annoying glare at how loudly you were playing music
  • He wondered around the home to find you cleaning the windows but you were dancing with the music
  • Saeran couldn’t take his eyes off you, never has he seen such beauty or felt such warmth within him until he saw you dancing
  • You saw Saeran staring, he shyly turned his head away, but you took a hold of his hand and spun yourself around, giggling as you tried dancing with him
  • His cheeks tinted a dusty pink color as he let himself smile, even a small laugh as he awkwardly but sweetly danced with you
  • “This is… a lot of fun MC. You’re a really great dancer, I could watch you dance for hours but make sure you never dance with anyone but me alright?“
  • With a nod, you cuddled into Saeran’s chest as he slowly swayed you back and forth, secretly planning on learning how to dance so he could someday be on par with you
Beginners Luck (Part Two)

Title: Beginners Luck (Part Two)

Read Beginners Luck Part One here: xxxxx

Paring: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2,640

Warning: This is the fluffiest, sweetest, most gentle fluff I have ever written

Request by @sharonisantisocial: Hi! So I just read all your Jared Imagines and gosh they are so cute! Beginners luck is amazing and I was wondering it there is gonna be a second part to this? I’d love to read something about their first time, like, with the reader being just as dorky and cute as on their first date :)

A/N: Hope you like it!! I totally think Jared would be this tender. Enjoy!!!


Originally posted by wayward--winchesterss

“Hey, um, Jared cou- could I talk to you for a minute?” Jared finished putting away the food from dinner and came and sat by you on the couch.

“Yeah Y/N, what’s up?”

“So I,” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “I want to have sex.” When you didn’t get an immediate response you slowly opened your eyes to find Jared studying your face. “Oh god you don’t want to! Oh my god I’m such an idiot! Just, pretend I never said anything.” Just as your head fell into your hands Jared was pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

“Hey, hey, that’s not it at all! I just wasn’t expecting it, you caught me a little off guard. Of course I want to sleep with you! I’ve wanted to since the first night I met-,” now it was Jared’s turn to be embarrassed, “oh shit now I sound horrible. That’s not what I meant! I just meant, shit I am so sorry Y/N!”

Pulling back from his embrace he started laughing when he saw you were too. “Looks like I’m not the only nervous one here huh?”

Jared gave you a soft kiss before his eyes found yours. “Y/N, I just want to know. Are you doing this because you think I want to? Because if you are then we have to wait. That’s not at all how this should be happening.”

“No, I’ve been thinking about it for a while actually. We’ve been together for over a year now. You’ve been so kind and sweet to take this at a glacial pace with me.” Jared started to get that worried look again. “Oh no! Don’t think this is me trying to reward you are anything! I just, you’re such a good guy. You’re sweet, and gentle, and kind, and I know you won’t hurt me. I’m ready.”

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anonymous asked:

Modern AU jehanpernasse where Jehan knows Klingon because they decided to study it one summer and Mont knows it because he's a Giant Fucking Nerd and they meet when Mont says some snooty comment in it thinking no one would understand and Jehan replies and they bond over being snarky shits in a Star Trek language

The only reason(s) why Montparnasse knows Klingon is that Babet (another Giant Fucking Nerd) once suggested adopting the language to communicate as not to be understood by prying ears, namely the cops. So they all learnt the language and the alphabet, and Montparnasse LOVES codes and secret languaes, because he thinks it’s badass and mysterious and all.

Now keep in mind that this happens in high school, in which Montparnasse is supposed to be that typical too cool for school bad boy with an attitude. And too cool for school badboys with an attitude aren’t exactly supposed to speak KLINGON!

So when Jehan talks Klingon back, Montparnasse flips the fuck out because “SHIT my cover’s been blown, no one can know I’m a nerd!” especially not that cute person he’s in English and Spanish class with. He just keeps a stone face and looks away, trying to pull himself together.

Later, as he empties his locker, he find a folded piece of paper. There’s a whole alphabet written on it, that isn’t Klingon at all, though it rings a bell. On top of the paper reads “It’s Elvish, if ever you wanted to learn another fictional language.” Several sentences are written at the bottom of the page, and Montparnasse decodes: “Hi, I’m Jehan. Feel free to toss that paper in the bin if I’m mistaken.”

He doesn’t. He folds the paper carefully and slips it in his pocket. Ensues weeks of little messages slipped into Jehan and Montparnasse’s respective lockers, all written in Elvish alphabet. The messages get flirty quickly, and Parnasse notices Jehan blushes everytime they walk past each other in the hallway. That does something to him. A great deal of things, actually.

Teach me spoken Elvish, he writes one day. Jehan, it turns out, is fluent in the language. And a fictional language shouldn’t sound so beautiful. Parnasse watches, mesmerized as Jehan tries to teach him the basics.

“Are you listening?” they ask, as they catch Montparnasse staring.

“Yeah! I swear!”

He’s less fluent than they are. The vowels are hard to get right.

“No, you need to open your mouth more,” Jehan points out, their thumb on his lower lip.

Montparnasse’s heart skips a beat. He doesn’t now how to describe what he’s feeling, in French, Elvish, or else, but he doesn’t want it to stop.

anonymous asked:

drabble 30 w/ tae? fluff and smut bc i couldnt decide 😭

Taehyung + 30. “I can’t sleep.”

His hand crashed down on your hip and startled you awake. It shouldn’t have been shocking anymore, how Taehyung’s hands were always on you even in his sleep. He slept with his leg covering you, trapping your body under him. His hands tended to roam between your waist and your face. His head seemed to always migrate from his pillow to the space between your breasts.

“Tae,” you hissed.

He blinked, his eyes fluttering to just barely open. “What?”

“Can I get a little bit of room?” You asked, fussing under his leg and edging his hand off you.

He snuggled closer. “Why?”

“I need to breathe a little,” you whined.

He huffed, detaching himself from you. You sighed in relief, not realizing how sweaty you were until then. Your skin was slick with the heat in the room and the heat from Tae’s body. 

You listened to him shift about in the blankets. Tae slept in hardly any clothes and it was a rare morning that he didn’t end up twirled in the sheets. You’d grown accustomed to accepting you would never get a share of the blankets.

He whined, a high pitched squeaky sound. “I can’t sleep.”

You sighed again, not caring enough to be frustrated. “Come here,” you said, patting your chest. 

Taehyung grinned, laying his head on your chest just above your heart and winding an arm around your waist. His leg wedged yours apart and rested between them. “Thank you, baby.”

“Now I can’t sleep.” You smacked him playfully on the arm, trying to adjust to the weight of him on you.

He slid his hand across your stomach, finding the waistband of your shorts. “I can help,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. His fingers slipped down into your panties and you moaned at the feeling of him between your folds, finding your clit and sliding down to push into you.

You bucked against his fingers and groaned his name.

He smiled up at you, his face all mischief. “Just let me taste you after then we can go to sleep.”

You nodded, throwing back your head as Taehyung beamed at the sight of you.

Danger

Here’s another fic for my Kink List, #69 Breeding/Pregnancy with Demon!Dean x Donna for @deanswhiskeyveins.

Summary: Demon!Dean visits Donna at her house, but she’s not afraid of him.

warnings: obvs breeding kink, smut, unprotected sex, dom!Dean, sub!Donna, oral (male receiving)

word count: ~1950

Originally posted by netflixuniversity

Even if Sam hadn’t called to warn her, Donna knew the instant Dean came into her house that he wasn’t quite right.  Sam said that the Mark of Cain had turned him into a demon when he died, which she didn’t quite understand or believe until the second she laid eyes on him.

“Hey, Donna,” Dean purred as he pushed past her, walking into her living room.  “Long time, no see.”

Donna shut her door behind him, taking a deep breath before turning to follow him.  “Yeah, Dean,” she replied, observing the way his jeans fit his bowed legs just right as he walked away from her.  “What brings you to visit little ol’ me?”

Dean headed into Donna’s kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer as if he had done it a million times.  He popped the cap with his hand – That’s not supposed to be a twist-off, Donna thought to herself – before he took a long swig and looked over at her.

For whatever reason, Donna wasn’t particularly scared of this demon version of Dean.  From what Sam had told her, it was still Dean somewhere deep inside, not a completely different demon taking control of his body.  Even though he was unpredictable and potentially dangerous, Donna still couldn’t get her body to be on guard.

Maybe she liked the danger.

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